29/30! Thank Goodness You're An Expert at Crisis De-Escalation, Sally!

I miss the days when all my dread was existential.

The way the cable line splits the room in two does
more than any arbitrary corner could do. Lines of electrical
cracking across the entire wall, spitting sheetrock onto
the floor.

knowing nothing                                               but a button
                                                                          a trigger
and you, there, Sally
on the other line, for the talk down.

I miss the days when all my tap outs were
for for waterbreaks. No one sees those           vans on their
                                                                        tail,

Matters of national importance.

capsized
icecream truck
The way the snipers show in windowsills.
The way the phone cuts in and out.
The way your voice and the way you
can twist "wait" into a million little
seconds, you make the russians
trust you

What I'm saying, is, I'm just glad you were
here. Who knows what new craters--

                                                            allow yourself the victory dance.

18/30! That's No Way To Cook Eggs, Sally!

splayed across the kitchen                    counter
egg
yolk
white

we appreciate the whisk twirling dance
an spatula drumbeats                                         but
maybe the                          eggshell mountain was
a bit much and the frying pan through the window?


they could use  bit more salt is what we're saying, and thank you
and let's go quick

this isn't even
our house.